My friend recently died of Alzheimer’s.
He was VERY into horses. And he was very rich, and transported his horses back and forth each year between his homes in Michigan and Florida.
In Florida, he played polo with the rich and famous, even playing against Prince Charles once.
He still had horses at his property in his waning years of Alzheimer’s. Of course horses are too dangerous for someone like that to ride. So he could only look.
And although he loved horses, he would never go near them. They would make him angry when he got close to them... so angry he would push and pinch the person next to him.
I think the memory of riding horses was too much for him to handle.
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Lord, don’t let me die like that. Take me quick when it’s that time. (And it won’t be time for a LONG LONG while)
So sad. But with someone at his side, walking the horse, like they do with disabled children, he could have at least sat in the saddle and walked around the corral. Maybe that would have made him less bitter and combative.